Speedy (1928) review

The last of Harold Lloyd's silent movies has him, a huge baseball fan (specifically the New York Yankees during their Murderer's Row era), taking on different jobs - he goes from working as a soda jerk to driving a taxi (and giving an erratic ride to none other than George Herman Ruth!) - and eventually saving his girlfriend's grandfather's horsecar business from being taken over by the pushy railroad executives.  Though he's not as great as Chaplin or Keaton, I appreciate Lloyd's positivity - which apparently fell out of favor during the Great Depression - and his commitment to a bit: the crab that winds up in his pocket snipping everything in sight (from balloon strings to posteriors) is expertly done, and the massive brouhaha that ends it has a wild energy to it.  Despite the optimism and appearing meek with those trademark circular glasses, Lloyd has a strong anti-authoritarian streak, always winding up in trouble with the police and corporate cronies (and winning!).